Owned By The Bratva King by Jagger Cole

20

Yuri

“Yuri,”Petya sighs with relief. “I am glad you called. I’ve been so worried.”

I arch my brows with a small grin. I like Petya, and we go way back. But I know he’s mostly “relieved” and glad I called because he’s got enough eyes and ears out there to know that world war three is about break out between the Volkov and Belsky Bratva families. And that would not be good for Petya’s biggest concern: his money.

Petya might have more money than God. But he makes a fortune doing business with both Belsky and Volkov. And a war would severely impact that.

“Back from the dead,” I grunt, groggily.

It’s six at night, but I’m just waking up. It was earlier this morning, maybe twelve hours ago, that River was brought back to me. And we’ve been in bed ever since. Currently, I’m back in the big, wood-paneled, bookcase-lined study, in a huge chair gazing into the roaring, enormous fireplace.

I’m nursing a black coffee, my bare feet warmed by the flames and the soft bearskin rug beneath me. River is still asleep in the master bedroom upstairs, and I plan on letting her sleep for as long as she wants. We’ve both been through hell. But I’m used to hell. I’m used to the violence and destruction of this life and this world.

She is not. And I hate that she’s been exposed to this part of my world. I hate that she’s been dragged into the maelstrom, when she should be apart from all of this. Part of that blame is with me, of course. She’s been pulled into this bullshit because of me. But then, Semyon has crossed a line.

Perhaps I did “take her from him.” But this was no arranged marriage or anything like that. He simply desired her. And I simply took her before he could lay hands on her. As barbaric as it may sound, as such, she is mine. More importantly though, she isn’t Bratva. And that is where Semyon has severely crossed a line that is never crossed.

You don’t go after families. As ruthless and bloody as the bratva life is, that is the one rule that keeps things from exploding. No families. You may have the most bitter rivalry in the world with another bratva organization. Your men and their’s might be going at each other with kitchen knives in the goddamn streets. But you do not touch those men’s wives, or children, or loved ones. You just don’t.

“Shot and your boat blown to pieces in the middle of the ocean,” Petya wheezes out a laugh. “Yuri, if this were ancient Greece, there would be a story written about you.”

I smile thinly. “The Epic Poem of Yuri Volkov.”

“Swallowed by the sea and spit back out,” Petya chuckles. “Too ill-tempered.”

I grin. “To pissed-off for being tossed in to begin with, perhaps.”

“Too lucrative,” Petya grunts.

I sip the coffee, nodding into the fire. “This will effect business, Petya. I hope you understand that it is unavoidable.”

“Da, da, I know,” he mutters. “Fucking Semyon.”

“It will be war, Petya.”

He sighs slowly. “Let me…” he grunts. “Let me speak to him.”

“Petya—“

“I know, I know! Yuri, I understand what you must do, and that is your business—”

“Correct.”

He sighs. “But you are both my business—”

“This is not a discussion, Petya,” I growl. “It’s a decision.”

“Da, okay,” he sighs again. “Okay. Let me speak to him first, at least. Yes?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Good.” He clicks his teeth. “You are okay though?”

“I am,” I grunt. “Thanks.”

“And your Helen of Troy?”

I smile. “Resting, but she’s fine.”

“I am sorry about your boat, by the way. I was very jealous of it.”

I wince. “I did love that boat.”

“Well, there is always more money to be made. More boats to buy, da?”

I smile.

“So you are back in Moscow?”

“Nyet,” I shake my head. “The hunting lodge.”

“Ahhh yes, I remember that place! Your father and I…” he chuckles. “We did some damage to the wine cellar there once.”

I smile. “I don’t doubt it.”

“Anyways, you are safe. Your girl is safe. That is what is important, da? All this talk about money… eh.”

I roll my eyes. He’s the one that keeps dragging this back to business. But it doesn’t matter. He’s right. River is safe and sound. And so am I. That is what matters.

“Listen, why don’t we meet? This business with Semyon…” he clicks his teeth. “It does not sit well with me. Maybe it’s time to… renegotiate my business arrangements.”

I arch a brow. “Meaning?”

“Meaning maybe Semyon has passed his usefulness as a business associate. And maybe it is time to move all of my business to you alone.”

I grin. “I think that would be a meeting I could be interested in having.”

He chuckles. “Good. Good. Just like your father, Yuri. How is tomorrow? I know you are laying low with this Belsky bullshit. But I can come to you, da?”

I nod into the fireplace. “Da, that would be good.”

“Excellent. I’ll see you tomorrow, Yuri. Be well.”

When I hang up, I drop the phone onto the side table, next to the gun full of blanks that Maksim left. I smile thinly, remembering the shot. Blank or not, watching a gun explode at you from two feet away is… jarring.

I pick up my scotch and drink deeply as I stare into the flames. But suddenly, I’m aware of a presence. I glance to the doorway to the large study, and I grin.

“Good morning,” River murmurs sheepishly. She steps into the dim, fireplace-lit room towards me. I feel a savage growl inside of me. She’s just in a short terrycloth bathrobe; her hair still damp from a shower or bath.

“I was out for a long time.”

I smile. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

“I know.”

She blushes as she moves towards me. She sits on the arm of the chair, leaning into me with her head on my shoulder. My arm slips around her waist as she turns to kiss me softly. The kiss deepens before we break. River grins, her eyes glinting in the firelight.

“How do you feel?”

“Sleepy,” she giggles. “Which is ridiculous because I just slept for like thirteen hours straight.”

“You need it,” I growl. My mouth thins. “River, what happened…”

“It’s behind us.”

“I knew Semyon would make a move, I just never thought it would involve you—”

“Yuri,” she says gently, smiling as she kisses me again. “I’m okay. I’m fine. Really.”

She reaches for my glass and pulls it from my fingers. She drinks, her face brightening at the strong liquor before she sets it on the table beside us. We sit like that, my arm around her, as we both gaze into the flames.

“I thought I’d lost you.”

Her voice is small, fragile. I frown, hating that she had that experience.

“Kiska…”

“I thought I’d lost you, and the only thing I could think of was that I never said it back.”

My pulse thuds. She turns to me, her eyes wide as they search mine. “On the boat, right before…” she shudders. “You mouthed words at me. And… I thought you said—”

“I said that I love you,” I murmur gently. Her face glows, her eyes widening as they bore into mine.

“I didn’t get to say it back.”

I smile, taking her hand. “River—”

“I love you,” she whispers. My heart thuds heavily, ringing in my ears.

Slowly, she stands from the arm of the chair and steps in front of me. Firelight flickers behind her, making her skin glow. Her hands drop, and suddenly, she’s tugging the tie of her robe. It opens, and the robe falls to the sides before she shrugs it off her shoulders.

It slips to a pool at her feet, and I groan as my eyes drink her in. River trembles as she slips into my lap. She sinks against me and drops her mouth to mine. She kisses me slowly and deeply before she pulls back just an inch.

“I want you,” she whispers heavily.

My cock thickens instantly. My pulse thuds. I can feel my jaw clench as my hands tighten on her.

“River…”

“I want you,” she whispers huskily again. Her mouth slips across my jaw to my ear as she leans close. “I want you to have all of me.”

There’s no second-guessing; no asking if she’s sure.

She’s sure. So am I.

My hand cups her face, and I crush my mouth to hers. She moans, gasping at the intensity of my kiss. My fingers slip back, threading into her long hair as I growl into her mouth. Her thighs clamp around me, and she whimpers as I stand. My hand cups her ass as I step from the chair and then lower us to the big bearskin rug.

River moans eagerly as I lay her out across it. My body covers hers, pinning her to the floor as I kiss her fiercely. My hands slide up her arms, pushing them up above her head. Her body undulates, arching against me as a leg curls around my hip.

I kiss her mouth until it’s bruised and swollen. Then I lower my lips to her jaw, her neck, and then her collarbone. I kiss gently down one of her full breasts until my lips slip over her pink, rock-hard nipple.

“Yuri,” she whines in pleasure as I suck the little bud. I move to the other nipple, then back. Then I move lower. I shrug my shirt off, tossing it aside as I sink between her pretty thighs. She whimpers as I kiss up the inside of one of them, nearing her glistening wet pussy. Until finally, I can’t hold back any longer.

“Oh God…” she cries out when my mouth hums over her pussy. My tongue parts her slick lips, dragging up until it bumps over her throbbing clit. She shudders, moaning deeply as I suck the little nub between my lips. My tongue swirls around it as I add suction. River starts to thrash on the rug, begging for more.

My hand drops to work my belt open. I shove my pants down as I devour her pretty little cunt. When I’m naked along with her, my hand wraps around my throbbing hard cock. I stroke, groaning into her little pussy as she floods my tongue with her arousal.

I groan into her, pushing my tongue deep. Her hips buck against my face, her hands dropping to slip into my hair. I tease her clit again, dancing my tongue over it as she chokes out a cry of ecstasy.

My lips wrap around her clit again. I tease her with my fingers before I sink one deep into her. She moans deeply when I stoke her g-spot and swirl my tongue around her clit. River starts to shake and thrash, pushing her pussy hard against my mouth.

I groan as I push her harder, demanding the orgasm from her. I ease a second finger deep in her slick, tight pussy, and I feel her start to tremble.

“I—oh fuck, Yuri!”

I groan deeply and suck her clit. My fingers stroke her g-spot as my tongue relentlessly dances on her clit. Until suddenly, with a sharp cry, she’s coming for me. She wails out her climax, her hands gripping my hair tight. But she’s still gasping and trembling when I move up between her legs.

She’s still moaning when I drape my heavy cock over her slick pink pussy. River looks up into my eyes. Her face is flushed and her eyes are glistening. And slowly, she nods.

“Have me,” she whispers.

With a hiss, I slip my swollen head down over her clit, through her lips, to center at her opening. I push, and she moans deeply as my head pushes into her.

My eyes roll back as I sink into her. She’s so fucking tight—so perfect, so slick and wet. I groan as I push deeper, giving her another few inches as she gasps in delight.

“Oh shit, that’s so good…” she coos softly.

I push deeper. For a second, she winces and sucks in a breath of air. But when I stop, she shakes her head.

“No,” River moans. “Keep going. Please, keep fucking me.”

I crush my mouth to hers, clench my muscles, and drive into her. She cries out into my mouth. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me close. Her legs do the same to my muscled hips. Between her clenching tight and me losing control, I quickly plunge the rest of the way into her.

“Yessss….” she whimpers.

I choke at the pleasure. I lose my goddamn mind at how fucking perfectly tight and slick she is, clenching around me. I grind into her, kissing her deeply, before I slowly withdraw. Then, I push right back in.

Right back to where I belong.

We rock together, my hips rolling as I pound into her. Her thighs clench my hips, her ankles locking behind my back as I rut into her sweet little cunt. My balls slap her ass, and her moans of pleasure are like heaven in my ears.

Her nails drag over my back. Her mouth crushes to mine. I can feel her walls rippling and clenching around me, and I know neither of us can hang on. She moans into my mouth, never pulling away to tell me she’s about to come. But I know she is. I can feel it, and it pushes me to the edge.

With a scream of pleasure into my lips, she starts to explode. Her pussy clenches me like a velvet vice. My big, thick cock swells as my balls draw up. And suddenly, I roar into her lips as I follow her into orgasm.

I push deep, groaning into her mouth as I spill my cum deep in her hot little pussy. I choke, kissing her fiercely as I empty every sticky drop deep where it belongs.

She’s shuddering as she clings to me, holding me tightly. She kisses me slowly and deeply as I cradle her in my arms. Until slowly, I slide out of her. I roll onto my back, pulling her against me. I kiss her slowly as she whimpers into my mouth.

We collapse onto the rug, panting for air. I groan, grinning as I glance over to see her sprawled on her front. Her long blonde-red hair is tousled around her face. Her skin glistens with the sweat of our lovemaking. But then my eyes drop to the tight, gorgeous curve of her ass in the firelight.

I’m still hard. And I still want her.

River whimpers happily as I suddenly roll over to move on top of her. My knees go to either side of her hips, and my hand guides them to raise for me. I crouch over her and push my swollen, glistening cock into her sweet pussy.

“Oh fuck yes,” River groans.

I hiss as I push deep. I move over her, pinning her to the ground with my cock sliding deep in her. I grab a handful of her hair, twisting her head as I crush my lips to hers. And then, I start to fuck her.

I snarl as I plunge my cock into her sweetness, sawing in and out of her tight little pussy. River moans wildly, kissing me with a ferocity that ignites a fire in me.

I fuck her deeply, thrusting my fat cock deep in her over and over. My hand keeps a hold of her hair, the other one gripping her ass possessively as I spread her open.

She shudders and clenches around me. And then as she starts to cry out into my lips, I feel her start to come again.

With a groan, I push my dick as deep as I can get. And then I’m coming with her, pumping my cum deep in her gorgeous, perfect little pussy.

I stay inside of her, even though we’re both trembling and gasping for air. I roll us onto our sides, looking at the fire with my cock still deep within her. My arms circle her possessively. My lips kiss down her neck before she turns her head, cups my cheek, and kisses me with a tenderness that rocks me to my core.

“I love you,” I groan softly, kissing her deeply.

“I love you, too,” she whispers back.

We lay like that until the fire starts to dim. And then we do it all over again.